Always Together
Title: Always Together
Pairing: Jack Wilshere/Aaron Ramsey
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Author's Notes: For Paige on her birthday. Beta by metafic.
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If Aaron hadn't broken his leg, if you hadn't gone to Bolton, if you were better, if you could've made the Arsenal first team, if things were different. If if if. But they aren't and there's nothing you can do about it. You bide your time, waiting and chewing your nails down until there's nothing left. You desperately want to go to Wales. You want to see him, to hold him, to make everything better. But you can't. You're stuck in fucking Bolton. At least your teammates understand, even if they don't know.
You call him every day, sometimes twice a day. Sometimes he calls you and makes it four times a day. It's not fucking fair. You tell him you cried when you saw him in the pitch. He tells you that sometimes he thinks he's never going to play again. You tell him he's being stupid. You tell him you miss him. He tells you he loves you. It's not fuckingfair. If you were back in London, you could go with Nick or Theo and you'd be in Wales before you knew it.
But you can't, because you're stuck. You play so hard, the weekend after the accident, that you hurt yourself. You barely it make it through training and then by next Saturday, you can only go an hour or something. It doesn't matter, you want to be here, you want to be with your team that's not really your team. But even more, you want to be with Aaron because that's where you should be. Where you need to be.
Except life's not fair. Rosie's told you a million times to grow up. That things happen and you won't always be on the same team as Aaron. You yell at her, you throw things around your flat. You want to run and run until you get to Wales. You want to get in your car and drive. You want to tell everyone to go fuck themselves, because the only thing that matters is Aaron. Only the world doesn't work that way. People don't know and you can't explain. You can't call off work like some ordinary bloke just because your loved one is injured.
But then you get your chance. A day off training and it takes you almost four hours to get there. But you're there before lunch and when Josh opens the doors, it's like he can't believe you're really there. He tells you Aaron's in the guest room, asleep, and you don't wait for him to invite you in. You nearly knock him over in your rush to get inside. You push the door and you can't go in any further.
You feel Josh standing behind you and you turn. He tells you that all Aaron does is sleep. Sometimes watch movies or play video games. You bite your bottom lip and just before Josh goes back to the kitchen, he tells you that he'll keep his mum and dad away. You don't look back, just walk into the room and shut the door. You want to pull back the covers, look at Aaron's leg. You want to see the scars, you want reassurance that his leg is whole.
But you don't. Instead you toe your shoes off, slip out of your sweatshirt and pull the covers back just enough so you can get into bed with him. You bite your bottom lip, rolling onto your side so you can watch him sleep. You don't remember falling asleep, but you remember waking up to Aaron's fingers against your face. You cover his hands with your own and you kiss him so hard you think you're going to break him. Or maybe you're going to break.
You pull him into your arms. You kiss the top of his head while he cries. While he lets go of everything you know he's been holding inside. You stroke his face, kissing whatever part of him you can touch. He kisses you back, hands constantly moving against your skin, as if he can't believe you're really there. You can't believe you're there. You kiss him again and again and you wish you could stay forever.
But you can't. He knows it, you know it, and it drives you mad. But you can't change the fact that you have training tomorrow and you're in Aaron's home and not your flat. That you have to drive another three and a half hours to get back to Bolton. But in bed, holding onto Aaron with everything you have, none of it matters. He kisses you again and again and you tell him, over and over, how much you love him.
Pairing: Jack Wilshere/Aaron Ramsey
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Author's Notes: For Paige on her birthday. Beta by metafic.
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If Aaron hadn't broken his leg, if you hadn't gone to Bolton, if you were better, if you could've made the Arsenal first team, if things were different. If if if. But they aren't and there's nothing you can do about it. You bide your time, waiting and chewing your nails down until there's nothing left. You desperately want to go to Wales. You want to see him, to hold him, to make everything better. But you can't. You're stuck in fucking Bolton. At least your teammates understand, even if they don't know.
You call him every day, sometimes twice a day. Sometimes he calls you and makes it four times a day. It's not fucking fair. You tell him you cried when you saw him in the pitch. He tells you that sometimes he thinks he's never going to play again. You tell him he's being stupid. You tell him you miss him. He tells you he loves you. It's not fuckingfair. If you were back in London, you could go with Nick or Theo and you'd be in Wales before you knew it.
But you can't, because you're stuck. You play so hard, the weekend after the accident, that you hurt yourself. You barely it make it through training and then by next Saturday, you can only go an hour or something. It doesn't matter, you want to be here, you want to be with your team that's not really your team. But even more, you want to be with Aaron because that's where you should be. Where you need to be.
Except life's not fair. Rosie's told you a million times to grow up. That things happen and you won't always be on the same team as Aaron. You yell at her, you throw things around your flat. You want to run and run until you get to Wales. You want to get in your car and drive. You want to tell everyone to go fuck themselves, because the only thing that matters is Aaron. Only the world doesn't work that way. People don't know and you can't explain. You can't call off work like some ordinary bloke just because your loved one is injured.
But then you get your chance. A day off training and it takes you almost four hours to get there. But you're there before lunch and when Josh opens the doors, it's like he can't believe you're really there. He tells you Aaron's in the guest room, asleep, and you don't wait for him to invite you in. You nearly knock him over in your rush to get inside. You push the door and you can't go in any further.
You feel Josh standing behind you and you turn. He tells you that all Aaron does is sleep. Sometimes watch movies or play video games. You bite your bottom lip and just before Josh goes back to the kitchen, he tells you that he'll keep his mum and dad away. You don't look back, just walk into the room and shut the door. You want to pull back the covers, look at Aaron's leg. You want to see the scars, you want reassurance that his leg is whole.
But you don't. Instead you toe your shoes off, slip out of your sweatshirt and pull the covers back just enough so you can get into bed with him. You bite your bottom lip, rolling onto your side so you can watch him sleep. You don't remember falling asleep, but you remember waking up to Aaron's fingers against your face. You cover his hands with your own and you kiss him so hard you think you're going to break him. Or maybe you're going to break.
You pull him into your arms. You kiss the top of his head while he cries. While he lets go of everything you know he's been holding inside. You stroke his face, kissing whatever part of him you can touch. He kisses you back, hands constantly moving against your skin, as if he can't believe you're really there. You can't believe you're there. You kiss him again and again and you wish you could stay forever.
But you can't. He knows it, you know it, and it drives you mad. But you can't change the fact that you have training tomorrow and you're in Aaron's home and not your flat. That you have to drive another three and a half hours to get back to Bolton. But in bed, holding onto Aaron with everything you have, none of it matters. He kisses you again and again and you tell him, over and over, how much you love him.